J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 3 eBook

In the improved state of his spirits, Sir Bale had
taken a shrewd interest in this negotiation; and was
actually persuaded to cross the lake that morning
with his adviser, and to walk over the grounds with
him.

Sir Bale had seemed unusually well, and talked with
great animation. He was more like a young man
who had just attained his majority, and for the first
time grasped his estates, than the grim elderly Baronet
who had been moping about Mardykes, and as much afraid
as a cat of the water, for so many years.

As they were returning toward the boat, at the roots
of that same scathed elm whose barkless bough had
seemed, in his former visit to this old wood, to beckon
him from a distance, like a skeleton arm, to enter
the forest, he and his companion on a sudden missed
an old map of the grounds which they had been consulting.

“We must have left it in the corner tower of
Cloostedd House, which commands that view of the grounds,
you remember; it would not do to lose it. It
is the most accurate thing we have. I’ll
sit down here and rest a little till you come back.”

The man was absent little more than twenty minutes.
When he returned, he found that Sir Bale had changed
his position, and was now walking to and fro, around
and about, in what, at a distance, he fancied was mere
impatience, on the open space a couple of hundred paces
nearer to the turn in the valley towards the boat.
It was not impatience. He was agitated.
He looked pale, and he took his companion’s arm—­a
thing he had never thought of doing before—­and
said, “Let us away quickly. I’ve
something to tell at home,—­and I forgot
it.”

Not another word did Sir Bale exchange with his companion.
He sat in the stern of the boat, gloomy as a man about
to glide under traitor’s-gate. He entered
his house in the same sombre and agitated state.
He entered his library, and sat for a long time as
if stunned.

At last he seemed to have made-up his mind to something;
and applied himself quietly and diligently to arranging
papers, and docketing some and burning others.
Dinner-time arrived. He sent to tell Lady Mardykes
that he should not join her at dinner, but would see
her afterwards.

“It was between eight and nine,” she continued,
“I forget the exact time, when he came to the
tower drawing-room where I was. I did not hear
his approach. There is a stone stair, with a thick
carpet on it. He told me he wished to speak to
me there. It is an out-of-the-way place—­a
small old room with very thick walls, and there is
a double door, the inner one of oak—­I suppose
he wished to guard against being overheard.

“There was a look in his face that frightened
me; I saw he had something dreadful to tell.
He looked like a man on whom a lot had fallen to put
some one to death,” said Lady Mardykes.
“O, my poor Bale! my husband, my husband! he
knew what it would be to me.”

Here she broke into the wildest weeping, and it was
some time before she resumed.